Diary of a well traveled dog.

So the very last Friday in December, I got this golf ball looking lump on my face...and of course it was off to the vet and on the way Cindy told me she was afraid maybe I had cracked a tooth and had an abcess...

Unfortunately, she was right...sigh...don't know if this is a sign of getting to be 11 1/2 years old, too many great chews...but it wound up being an extraction for me.

And now me n' Cindy been "negotiating" sorta...the pain med tastes and smells AWFUL...and makes me way woozy. The antibiotic is okay. So I went on pill strike...wasn't taking ANYTHING from her hand. Therefore, no pills...I'm not stupide after all.

So we had this big talk this morning that I really needed the meds and Cindy hated pushing stuff down my throat...

So I compromised and started taking the antibiotics readily and told her I didn't need the pain med...she said she was willing to try that but was gonna keep watching me.